Yesterday was Naomi’s birthday and she reports that Nature’s gift to her was a new life list addition: a northern shrike. They look nice and song-birdy but they’re ruthlessly efficient. Interesting mix! Today is Vincent Van Gogh’s birthday. I had … Continue reading →
Time for a break.
Pretty amazing stuff. I decide to give up for the night because I’m not getting all that much done. Pick up the needle and break the top thread. Slide my hand underneath and out comes the last two inches of … Continue reading →
Sorry I missed Robert Frost’s birthday yesterday. Thanks to The Writer’s Almanac for this great quote from him: “A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love-sickness. It is a reaching out toward expression, an … Continue reading →
Went to lunch, sat down and took my first bite. Not but a few feet away, there was a little crash as a young tall man lost his biggie drink and biggie fries to the forces of gravity and a … Continue reading →
–to Agnes DeMille, in Dance of the Piper… It is not your business to determine / How good it is, nor how valuable, / Nor how it compares with other expressions. / It is your business to keep it yours / Clearly and directly, / To stay open and aware / To the urges that motivate you. / Keep the channel open.
